Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

Oh no! murder, murder, murder...
Busting at these who claim to be hard
Murder, murder, murder...

Come and blast dat daz and act rude
through, murdering fools who claim to be hard
Pulling your motherfucker's
Me, we're back for you to say that
Prepare for battle, load the narrator with pay
Knowing where you rest and hang at
I'm in beach, where the gangbangers hang at
Don't more static, or panic, we're packing gats
And for shit, nigga, 'cause we're blasting
See, the gang, kicking just to maintain
Bang on for a living, busting upon the selling corners
We on 'em just for twelve
Money, dope, cars and bitches, to getting

(2x):
Oh no, niggaz wanna get killed tonight
Tripping on you, the way I tonight
Niggaz better you guns

Glocks are off like turbo
into my circle, my word is out to serve yo shit
Money lyrically in motion
About to whip a (? ? ? ), the side coast and
I'm the one they to hate with a passion
I packs a blue steel, filled skilled raps, blast it
Mc's get dealt with, my microphone's my partner
Heat seeking like a missile when I ya
is proper, my execution-style of rapping
I'm a rap while you say "why, what's happening? "
My mind is going deep, like mister, doing all
You couldn't see me with a crystal ball,
It's critical, I'm of a masterplan
out with your shit man, I'm broke, feeling critical conditions
Listen, on a dirt mission
Creeping to the night, beating tight,

(2x)

Watch out, I come
motherfuckers till the break of dawn
Homeboy, the alarm
d-a to the z, dropping the formula
And every nigga I know in californ-i-a
Dat nigga daz will come out and
Busting on with an ak
So any day you want some
Come and get some, you don't want

Why do we
Why do we bang for a we just don't know
Now it's to serve y'all bitches ass niggaz on an open platter
Yeah,

Fool, what nigga, you that got your ass laying down?

Tray
You see, I take the ultimatum, the outcome
I'm hard to outrun, and won't be
I fake take away motherfuckers
I come up from the slums and I run,
No other the gang, it's the slang and prosper
And bang us mobsters, while claming
most niggaz froze, they control their coast
They be home and broke, 'cause they've been known to
Like malone, be when the playoffs come
But i'ma stay off one, to spray off some
Ammunition, I missions one on one
Niggaz, come on, come and get their (? ? ? )
I'm the cannibal, the lector of rap
A nigga steps up wack, and a setup-tax
We're the gang, and we're mashing, blast to
We're the kings in the game, and things to change

(2x)

Oh no...